So far, my ruminations have not been peaceful, my head full of conflicting conversations. This seems to be the way people communicate nowadays, through "dis-course." Someone makes a statement, then the next person does their best to discount the first’s point. The first person's statement, like the beauty of a single pure color, is hacked and overlaid by an opposing expression, trying to cancel out or out-shout the first.
And that’s why this painting, so far, is layer upon layer of opposing color in vigorous strokes.
What will happen when the whole canvas is crammed and buzzing with a chaotic din? Where do we go then, as a whole, to achieve collective meaning?